Psalms 142:1-4

I cry out with my voice to the Lord; With my voice I implore the Lord for compassion.

I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare my trouble before Him.

When my spirit felt weak within me, You knew my path. In the way where I walk They have hidden a trap for me.

Look to the right and see; For there is no one who regards me favorably; There is no escape for me; No one cares for my soul.